Dr. Peggy

Speaking of drivel, it has been over 18 months since I have been able to read a full Peggy Noonan piece right through to the end. Week after week she seems to be trying to plumb the depths of Obama's soul...assuming that he's got one...to enlighten us all as to the deep, existential meaning of it all. Or something. What the heck did I just say? It is as if she has appointed heself Psychotherapist-in-Chief not just to Obama, but to the entire freaking nation and I find it incredibly irritating. Her piece today may be full of amazing political insights, but I could not get past the first two breathless, cloying pretentious paragraphs. When does her contract run out?
I daren't suggest that they get rid of her (on the grounds of general incompetence and nit-wittery) because I said something like that recently about a local radio talk-show host and lo and behold the healthy, 43-year old woman dropped dead from an aneurysm.
Whenever I read the once-great Miss Noonan's pieces now, I am reminded of that WW2 poster of a smiling GI offering a nice, fresh cup of STFU. I wish Miss N would accept it.

Rush-hating Media get Punked Again

This was written in reply to some anti-Rush drivel in my local rag.

Dear Editor of Kentuckiana Fish-Wrapper

Rush Limbaugh has punked you again. [ Fans Should Say 'enough' to Rush, Robertson-Pam Platt -17 Jan 2010]. His show is a three-hour mixture of satire and hard news He insists that the media are in the tank for the Left, so he “illustrates absurdity by being absurd”. He's even courteous enough to announce his “Media Tweak of the Day” and you still fall for it.

It works this way: Rush makes a carefully crafted “outrageous” statement, (often an actual un-denounced quote of a prominent liberal ). This utterance touches off a storm of media indignation , thus demonstrating to the Limbaugh audience, who are in on the con, that journalists are every bit as biased, unprofessional and dense as Rush says they are. Days later, the other shoe drops, as Rush proves, by re-playing his remarks in context , that he neither said nor meant that which has been reported. Finally, he rolls out a series of audio clips of liberals saying the very things they have denounced him for. Result: they lose credibility with their audience and he gains credibility with his. Game, set, match. In this recent case, he was able to induce a bunch of liberals to decry the politicization of natural disasters and then air sound-bites of them doing just that in the immediate aftermath of Katrina.

A few media members have figured this out and are more careful about fact-checking , but obviously there are still a few of you who just don’t learn.

Pat Robertson, meanwhile, is simply a dolt. Like Danny Glover.

Red Dawn Arising

Iowahawk is asking for ideas for attack ads against Republican Scott Brown to benefit Democrat Martha Coakley..; )

Here's mine:

[Musical background: Theme from Deliverance:]

Footage of Scott Brown, strangely toothless, driving a General-Lee paint-jobbed pickup down a red-dirt road.

He pulls into the parking lot of a huge glass mega church. Every vehicle is festooned with “It’s a Child, Not a Choice.” bumper stickers and gun-racks.

[Music changes to the Darth Vader/Empire Theme from Star Wars]

Cut to inside where thousands of beefy-faced white people with over-sprayed hair wave their arms in the air and sway back and forth while images of aborted fetuses and gay weddings flash onto two giant screens. The singing turns to chanting;;Scott Brown….Scott-Brown. Intensity grows until a huge set of double doors bursts open and Scott Brown, now attired in a gleaming blue suit, his intact teeth sparkling, appears as if a vision, with haloes of klieg-lights behind him. The crowd roars, Cameras cut to faces in the crowd: a military man in uniform, his congenital inability to qualify for a real job evident in his vacant, brutal face. A hugely pregnant woman with big hair in a calico dress, her 9 disturbingly immaculate children lined up at her side. A fat old man with an NRA ball-cap on his head. The chants swell in volume and ferocity as Scott Brown runs down the aisle.

Cut to Massachusetts. A mob of unwashed and unlettered southerners and Midwesterners tosses books onto a bonfire outside the Harvard Coop. Men in “Tea Bagger” shirts roll oil drums labeled “Toxic Waste” to the shore and disgorge their contents into Boston Harbor and the Charles. Big-haired women wearing cross necklaces and matching polyester separates drag women off the sidewalks of Wellesley for forced leg and underarm shaving. Bible-brandishing goons storm the bar at The Country Club and snatch the martinis out of the flaccid fingers of sobbing RINOs. Andrew Sullivan wanders, half-clothed and weeping in the smoldering ruins of P-town.

Images fade to Leni Riefenstahl black-and-white.

Graphic: Vote for Martha Coakley: Before it is TOO LATE. Drumroll. Silence. Gun shots. A scream.

End.